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Woody sat in the velvet seat of the theater, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. On the screen, a giant breast was terrorizing a countryside. He sighed. This was exactly how his brain felt on a Tuesday.

"It’s a metaphor," he whispered to his date, who was busy trying to find a dropped popcorn kernel. "Life is just one big, oversized biological mystery that we're all trying to outrun."

He thought back to the court jester he’d played in the previous segment. Being a fool was easy; the costumes were breathable. But being a modern man? That required a level of neuroticism that even his therapist found exhausting. He spent his days worrying about the cosmic insignificance of his love life and his nights wondering if his refrigerator was judging his lack of kale. Suddenly, the screen went blank. The theater fell silent. "Is this part of the bit?" someone yelled from the back. 6.6Everything You Always Wanted to Know About S...

He sat back down, satisfied. His date finally found the popcorn kernel. She looked at him, then at the blank screen, then back at him.

"You know," she said, "for someone who claims to know everything about the subject, you seem remarkably confused." Woody sat in the velvet seat of the

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The film flickered back to life. A man in a sheep costume appeared. Woody leaned in, captivated. He didn't have the answers, but he certainly had the dialogue. This was exactly how his brain felt on a Tuesday

Woody smiled, a nervous, twitchy sort of grin. "That’s the secret. The more you know, the less anything makes sense. It’s the only way to stay sane in a world that’s basically a series of sketches written by a caffeinated deity."